Personality

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Personality emerges from the complex interplay of biological predispositions, environmental influences, psychological processes, and social experiences. Its components—temperament, character, cognition, emotion, motivation, and behaviour—work together to create the unique individual. This intricate system continually tailors our responses to people and situations through perceptual filters, emotional reactions, behavioural patterns, and social dynamics. Understanding these mechanisms illuminates … Continue reading Personality

Belladonna Reborn

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Whose shadow is it? It's not HalloweenUnder a grey sky, muffled cries aboundShe wants to, but cannot let out a screamDarkness helps the Devil; a slap resoundsTears flow in rivers; the Moon's not aroundPatriarchal systems rule a deaf worldOld wounds hurt again with fresh abuse hurledBroken woman's curse cuts through icy windsShe remained unseen, but … Continue reading Belladonna Reborn

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #405

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Welcome to another week as we move closer to winter and the end of 2025! SPECIAL MENTION If the following lines pique your interest, click here. a book not yet birthed, wombed pages making impressions of would-be flowers pressed with care by imagination’s muse ‘tween the leaves of a tome not yet written its expectant … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #405

Autumnal Vibes

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Leaves lose their greens; reveal a brighter corethey embellish the Planet; then it's time to goAcross fields and oceans, the seasons murmurFall is the word; Winds are the messenger they embellish the Planet; then it's time to goEarth's secrets covered, beyond human reachFall is the word; Winds are the messengerroots whisper; underground links prosper Earth's … Continue reading Autumnal Vibes

Fermented Fables

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The canvas has not moved, but the picture has changed. I’m not one to be tricked by visual illusions, but Earnest Easel insists it is the Truth. The Creative Canvas is an Empath that captures colours and shapes from the surroundings and reflects them. Tonight is the night of judgment, as Brewing Bucket manufactures a … Continue reading Fermented Fables

Incongruence

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Help me, help me be humanWhen the context is lostI look for a human hand and brainbehind the machine logic that drives my lifeBut I am not sure of the proportion Is there a minuscule being shaped like mescreaming somewherethat he has not done itFrankenstein developed a life of its ownIt cannot be deemed artificialafter … Continue reading Incongruence

Imminent Potential

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R.S. agony of birthNew life awaits an entrywatching the old falllabor pain with pangs of guiltcyclic awareness precedes M.L. blustery eveningLeaves roll across the streetcrinkling underfoot R.S.dark wombs conceal lifenurture future energyWho will rule the world?stories yet to be writtenlight sky's imagination M.L. beneath starry skiesdarkness punctuated byglowing candelabras R.S. interactive booksshaping options from wet … Continue reading Imminent Potential

Devil’s Abode

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I see a fleeting shadow in the corridor, but there’s no one there. I get back to work, but those sounds of criticism reverberate in the room, and I feel tempted to scream with tight fists. There is someone who brings out the worst part of me – in retaliation, in self-defence, in expression of … Continue reading Devil’s Abode

Autumn Leaves

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Take a deep lookEach line carriesStories untoldTo be absorbedBy Mother Earth Take care when you walkYou will step into historynot captured in textbooksthe energy will seep through youand unknowingly, you will connectwith centuries gone by I am passing overwhat I received from rootsfrom the earthmy span ends What Do You See #312

Fraudsters

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They emerge from shadowed alleys of ambition, cloaked in charm and stitched with silence.  Their pasts are inked in midnight—untraceable, unspoken—but their voices gleam like polished silver. They speak of galaxies, of futures spun in gold thread, of destinies that shimmer just beyond reach. With practised grace, they lift the sun and cradle it like … Continue reading Fraudsters